Saturday 19 March 2011: Flaming red
It gets you nowhere if the other person's tail is only just in sight for the second half of the conversation.
Winnie the Pooh
This Red was furious that I approached too close, drumming feet, chipping, much fussing followed by a flaming tail wag. I think she might have babies in the old garage. Ah, I wouldn't trust that roof, although it made it through the winter, barely.